Fantasy Treadstone School of Odd Phenomenon and Arcane Arts (Invite only)

[H0lderOfH0pe]

Gus smiles "You're both right to some degree" He says "When a Phoenix dies it is reborn but not in a few moments it can take up to a decade for the Phoenix to be Reborn so to speak" Gus says addressing the class "A Phoenix never truly dies. it gets reborn from its ashes but it gets reborn as an egg and the process for the Phoenix to hatch can last up to a decade" He explains "Does anyone want to guess how long a Phoenix can live for?" Gus questions the class

 

[Celestina Willow]

"Um I think they live up to around a thousand years right?" Savina asked while a swearing the question with what she believed was right.

 

[AngieIsAMess]

Robin had no idea and decided it better to not speak up. She felt foolish for not knowing and made a mental note to do research later. She thought that a thousand years was pretty accurate, but what did she know.

 

[H0lderOfH0pe]

"They can live up to fourteen hundred Ms. Whitmore. Not to far off" Gus said with a smile. He walked out from behind his podium and in to the middle of a complex summoning circle

"If you look down at my feet you will see the reason I left early. This summoning Circle is very difficult to make even for me, A Master conjurer for over a hundred years" Gus said showing his fangs to the class but not explaining them "Now who wants to see a phoenix?" He asks his students as he walks back to his podium and out of the circle

 

[AngieIsAMess]

Robin was in awe. A real phoenix? Was that even possible? She looked around and saw the baffled faces of other students, glad to see she wasn't the only one who was surprised.

 

[Celestina Willow]

"You're going to summo a phoenix? Aren't like, big flaming birds?" Savina asked looking to her professor as he explained the complicated circle to the. There seemed to be a lot of drawing and writing involved in making it.

 

[Archene]

Archene, who had been quiet for nearly two classes, blinked a few times at the teachers words, as far as he knew phoenixes were truly large beings, but then again the teachers here seemed experienced at what they taught... so maybe it wasn't going to be an aged phoenix but a younger one. He pondered something, for the first time taking a few notes on some things the teacher recently said.

 

[H0lderOfH0pe]

"Phoenix's are fiery beings but they are not made of fire" Gus said "Summoning a Phoenix is some what of a lengthy process but thanks to my Circle I can by pass a lot of the length for summoning anything really" He boasted and started chanting, as Gus started chanting an unknown language and parts of the circle started to glow until the whole circle glowed white and in the middle of the circle was a Phoenix all regal "Who summoned me?" It asked looking around at the class full of students but all the students heard was a caw "I summoned you ma'lady" Gus said bowing to the Phoenix "Well at least you have some manners" She Cawed again turning to face Gus "What is it that you have summoned me for Vampire?" She cawed again "I summoned you so I could teach my students more about your kind" Gus Said to the Bird "Would you mind telling my students more about Phoenix's?" He asked the Bird eyes glowing "Your control methods don't work on me Vampire, For I am one with the Sun as so are the rest of my kind!" The Phoenix said before enveloping herself in fire and vanishing.





"Did you catch any of what the Phoenix said?" Gus asks "If not I will Write it on the board for those of you that didn't get any of what she said." He explains and begins to write his conversation with the Phoenix down. "As you can See Phoenix's are not to fond of my kind and are above my control level because of it" Gus says "Any Questions?" He asks

(The Phoenix)

 

[AngieIsAMess]

Robin frantically wrote as he did, drawing a quick sketch of the proud animal. "How did you understand what she said, sir?" Robin was at a loss.

 

[Archene]

"That said, wouldn't it be possible for it to have attacked us, or does the circle have counter-measures against it as well?" Archene hummed briefly before nodding at the other student's question.

 

[H0lderOfH0pe]

Gus Smiled at Robin "I'm able to communicate with animals and I can exert my will over them and get them to obey me to some degree" He looked over at Sam "There are counter-measures to protect us ageist the beasts I summon but Phoenix's are defensive creatures and will not attack unless provoked." Gus explained to the class "I would say being able to communicate with Beasts has saved my hide many times over" He added with a laugh "What I want you guys to do is study the biology and hunting of Phoenix's because next time we're going to simulate what it's like to be in a situation where you have to fight for survival" Gus said as the bell rang signaling the end of his class "Come prepared for a battle with a phoenix! bring whatever you see fit. I'll tell you more about it tomorrow. Have a Nice rest of the day class and you are dismissed" Gus ended his class

 

[Celestina Willow]

"All I heard was bird calling, if it could talk, I surely do not understand the language," Savina answered

 

[Tice]

After repacking the ancient map of Pennsylvania in the Lounge, Sesler moved at a sprint through the halls, hopping banisters and obstructions before getting to the central courtyard, where the same subdued imp and training dummies were set up. The batons were accounted for, and he dropped his duster, revealing the toned frame and his full height previously covered by the duster and a slight shoulder hunch. He held his hands behind his back, looking to the courtyard with the indifferent stare of his race.

 

[AngieIsAMess]

Robin was excited for self defense. It was one of the few things she was fiercely confident in. She was determined to show that she wasn't completely worthless today.

 

[Archene]

Nodding at Gus' words, Archene soon enough made his way out of the class. Fighting a phoenix... will certainly be rather hard... he might summon a weakened one, or one he has control of. Or something else entirely. At least, the self-defense class might be lighter than that... who'd make their students fight a phoenix in their second day of class. After a sigh, he made his way to the central courtyard for the self-defense class... he didn't know what to expect considering the teacher.


Arriving at the courtyard, he didn't have much worry however... it seemed that there was only a low-ranked demon and dummies... Then again, the stances they should be practicing should be the strenuous part of the training.


"Greetings, Teacher Sesler."

 

[Celestina Willow]

Savina gathered her books, stopping by her room to drop them off before self-self-defense class, while she had stretched in the morning before classes. She figured it'd be a good idea to stretch again. Once she was done she made her way to the courtyard for self-defense class, looking around at the set up. All of this seemed foreign to her, wooden batons, practice dummies. This was not the mind of training she was used to, it looked...child proof. She wasn't doubting the professors skills, she just wasn't used to this kind of stuff. "It's okay, just...deal with it," she whispered to herself.

 

[Tice]

Sesler would nod his head, deciding to keep the class briefing to himself until the others arrived. However, he'd parlay in a bit of chat.


"Tell me, have you ever held a blade before? With the intention to use it?"


For if he had any experience, it would do well to show other students from the view OF a student. Besides, a gauge on whether it was common knowledge would open the door to more advanced teachings. Moments like these made him reminisce about the decade-gone classes, where he would walk the class through the woods to show the separation of mortal fear and adrenaline. For it was the harnessing of these emotions that made a mortal a decent swordsman.

 

[Celestina Willow]

"I can safely and shamefully admit that I held a blade with intent to use it," Savina answered. She said shamefully simply because she thought she should, raising a blade to your mother seemed like something you should be ashamed of, but then again their mothers were not her mother and if they'd been raised by her, they'd have done the exact same thing, hell they'd have no choice, not unless they wanted to die.

 

[Tice]

"Good. You are going to breach my defensive stance until the rest of your classmates arrive."


He heaved a baton through the air to her, then placed one in his left hand, the grip of the baton diagonally tilted at the hip so that the baton's shaft would cross his chest to his shoulder. Turning sideways to her, he'd turn his head to the side and crouch his body, so that he'd closer match her petite height. He would raise his shoulder, covering his face.


"Once you make through, I will do the same to you."

 

[Archene]

"I've only learnt basic use of short swords and smaller blades. It was mostly self-study, however." Or at least, he thought of saying that, seeing another student speaking up quickly and being chosen. Archene hmmed quietly as he only watched, it wasn't always that he had a chance to watch this kind of thing, until now at least.

 

[Syndrome]

Emmett awoke with a pulsating headache beating against his sense. A slight scent of alcohol emitted from his breath, and he made a mental note to grab a stick of gum on his way out. After the initial wave of sleep induced daze, Emmett's eyes widened and he frantically searched amongst the litter on his floor for the alarm clock. If only I could control time as a whole, and not just the timeline of a particular inanimate object. I may as we be considered a teleporter, though I couldn't even teleport myself, as I'm not inanimate." When at last his eyes met with the time, he quickly threw on his regular digs, grabbed the few bags he had packed for his stay at Treadstone (he aimed to stay on campus, to better acquaint himself with his fellow classmates, especially the ladies.), and hurried out the door. After a moment of consideration, Emmett realized he left behind his bat and yo-yo, vital items in his magic training.


He decided to tamper a bit with his minor enchantments, augmenting his speed and stamina so that he only had to take a quick run to the school. He opted out of a few key focuses, lazy as he was, and the outcome was a face full of grass and dirt. Performing the art more carefully a second time, Emmett hauled ass on to school.


Aw shit Em, not only are you late, but you also missed orientation and like three classes, Emmett said to himself, with a bit of a devil-may-care, yet mildly scolding tone. He was delighted to see that his next class was currently in session in the courtyard, and jogged over to the proceedings. Exhausted from his enchantments, he sincerely hoped that there wouldn't be too much physical activity involved. His eyes wandered over to a particularly sharp looking, bespectacled fellow and he took his place beside him. Hey there, champ. Name's Emmett, but you can call me Em if it tickles your fancy. You look like the type of guy to have some know how, so I'd love for you to fill me in on what I missed back at the dorm. That is, of course, if you'll be staying on campus."


Emmett eyed a quiet, reserved, silver haired young lady standing towards the back, and made a mental note to be sure that he introduced himself to her later. He then turned towards the wannabe cowboy teacher, which he mentally dubbed 'Mr. Edgy' and attentively listened.

 

[Celestina Willow]

Savina catches the baton and looks at it kind of like a foreign object, she figured, she was supposed to pretend it was an actual blade. This was definitely a new way of teaching combat at least for her. She took note of his stance and got into a stance of her own, obviously this couldn't have been as easy as it looked. She then thrusted forward with her baton, swinging her baton upwards from underneath in an attempt to breach his defensive stance. Against someone else if she hit hard enough it would knock them off balance and leave them open for an attack. Unfortunately training with Baba Yaga did not promote restraint so she rather aggressively hit his baton as she attempted to knock it away.

 

[Tice]

Although the rather aggressive force was unexpected, Sesler held the grip rigid as the blows jarred the wood. Twisting his wrist sideways, the baton shaft would slide under the latest of thrusts, and he'd then turn his body on his heel, pushing the baton away before resuming his stance.


"That was rather clever. The dynamic opening was definitely a plus."


Bracing himself for the next flurry, he would instead switch the hand holding the grip, the new stance simply a mirror image of the former.

 

[Syndrome]

Emmett watched the shy girl and Mr. Edgy spar with mild amusement, seriously considering tossing out a few taunts to the lumbering man about watching out for that little girl, but deciding against it. Instead he decided to call out, "Mind of I go next, Mr. ... errr Trenchcoat? Also, mind if I use my bat instead of those sticks?"

 

[Tice]

Holding his baton in an upward gesture, he'd speak without turning his head, preferring to keep the stare on the combatant.


"Of course. Give me time to finish."


Mr. Trenchcoat was a new one. Perhaps one of the graduates also used the term. Shifting his feet so that both toes pointed to the right at a forty-five degree angle, he would swing in an overhead blow, tilted so that the shaft feel slightly pointing to the right.